CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
Chris marched along the alleyway, his new cronies following him. He felt brilliant. More powerful than ever. He’d well and truly put Malcolm in his place. The boy was striding along with an expression like he’d sucked a lemon.
But when he reached the end of the alleyway Oliver had run, he stopped and looked around. The path went in two different directions.
“Where do we go now?” he demanded.
“There!” the ginger-haired girl who’d umpired his duel with Malcolm said suddenly.
She rushed forward and picked something up from the floor. It looked like a hair clip. A girl’s hair clip. One that clearly had not been invented in the era they currently stood.
“It’s one of theirs,” the ginger-haired girl said. “They must have gone this way.”
Chris nodded, pleased with her sk
